The want to withhold,
The wish to express;

The need to fall,
The fear of hurt;

The conflict.
The clash.
The dilemma.

My indecision is profound.
I procrastinate love.

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Broken shells are signs
That there was once life

I write incomplete verses
And lose my thoughts midway

I procrastinate
I wait in a world of void

I yearn
For broken shells

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Oh my heart
Instill rage
And pump blood
With such force
That breaks your walls
And so kill me
So that you
Can be at peace

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Let there be chaos
My heart whispered
Whilst my soul
Searched for calm
I fell In love and dwelled in sins
I rose for a prayer and loved again
But this time it was boundless

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I can't love someone now
For I know of it's fragility
I know the worldly trade of hearts
I know the silent sin between

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Maybe truer love
Belongs to the Divine
Was neither yours nor mine

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I remained no more the poem
My beloved no more my muse

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My love for you will suffice
And I will survive
Your absence

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Then there are some roads
You have just crossed once
And some you are familiar with
As if a moving home

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My love was hopeful
In the wish
That sometimes it was ours

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